"Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing; it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur."
- Henry Miller, novelist/painter
"Human beings are unbelievably strong and terribly hopeful about what's going to happen next. Though everyone's faith is different, I've seen that people have faith in goodness. And whenever people get to the end of life, that goodness takes over. They believe that when they leave this world, a peace will come"
- Julie Freischlag, surgeon
.... books full of words.....
OhK. Question time. What do books, poems, songs and movies have in common?
Aaaaalright! Give that girl a Freddo Frog. Yeeeees, that's right. They all contain WORDS. Words, as you are aware, are a form of communication. Different countries dots speak different languages where words can mean different things. But words are very important in our lives. In my case I have re-invented myself to create stuff. That 'stuff' is the arts, or more specifically literature, where words now define who I am.
But words are nothing if they don't have MEANING. Some words are happy, some sad. All depends on how we use them, how we want to communicate something. When we have a STORY the words become very important, no?
So in my case my STORY sorta begins in the world of the homeless. The story that has since been developing has taken even ME by surprise. I simply had no idea what I was getting myself into. At the beginning my homelessness was only going to be temporary, until i got a job. My living on the street was only temporary until I got a job. Weeell, even though I tried the job didn't happen. I had a crack at some commission only but they didn't work either. I was THDUCK (my attempt at humour meaning 'stuck').
Aaaaalright! Give that girl a Freddo Frog. Yeeeees, that's right. They all contain WORDS. Words, as you are aware, are a form of communication. Different countries dots speak different languages where words can mean different things. But words are very important in our lives. In my case I have re-invented myself to create stuff. That 'stuff' is the arts, or more specifically literature, where words now define who I am.
But words are nothing if they don't have MEANING. Some words are happy, some sad. All depends on how we use them, how we want to communicate something. When we have a STORY the words become very important, no?
So in my case my STORY sorta begins in the world of the homeless. The story that has since been developing has taken even ME by surprise. I simply had no idea what I was getting myself into. At the beginning my homelessness was only going to be temporary, until i got a job. My living on the street was only temporary until I got a job. Weeell, even though I tried the job didn't happen. I had a crack at some commission only but they didn't work either. I was THDUCK (my attempt at humour meaning 'stuck').
.....STORIES I'd rather not tell....
So the longer my foray into a world I did not want went on, the more I became entrenched into its evil clutches. The street became the beach, became the bush. The house became the car became the tent. Macca's became 'eat on the cheap' became soup kitchens. I didn't want it that way but that's just the way things panned out. I was into SURVIVE mode. Anyway, along the way I BECAME a homeless person. I was now ONE of THEM. Welcome to hell. Get used to it Freddie!
So I did..... get used to it I mean. As you know I began to learn. I began to read. WORDS. I began to share STORIES with people just like ME. I put those stories into WORDS. Something was building in the background. The homeless environment was providing STORIES through EXPERIENCES. These experiences were feeding my CREATIVE NEED. I was doing a lot of THINKING which gave me a shot at the creativity I had decided to re-invent myself with. This THINKING was giving me IDEAS for writing, a creative event. But then the writing took on various forms. A book, poems and song writing. Even more forms have spread from there.........
So I did..... get used to it I mean. As you know I began to learn. I began to read. WORDS. I began to share STORIES with people just like ME. I put those stories into WORDS. Something was building in the background. The homeless environment was providing STORIES through EXPERIENCES. These experiences were feeding my CREATIVE NEED. I was doing a lot of THINKING which gave me a shot at the creativity I had decided to re-invent myself with. This THINKING was giving me IDEAS for writing, a creative event. But then the writing took on various forms. A book, poems and song writing. Even more forms have spread from there.........
....No, not me surfing....... ART!.....
But as well as the re-invention changing my whole world, turning it upside down so to speak, there was this other problem. This new world to which I belonged, of which I was one, was made up of a lotta different classes of people. There was the drug addicts, the alcoholics and the sex workers. This provided some new STORIES. Some new WORDS were needed. Then there were the stories of the other side. The abused partners, the Co-Dependants, who were also a part of our 'family'. And then there were the street kids. More STORIES. More WORDS. And then the psychos, schitzos, and other mentally challenged who the Government doesn't know what to do with, so it throws them into 'our' basket. More STORIES. More WORDS.............
Hmmmmmm..............
Good for me............ I 'spose. I got a book out of it. And I have plenty of CONTENT for more books, BLOG thingies, poems, and probably documentaries and films. Not to mention the LYRICS for the songs. Hmmmm....... so plenty of material. Plenty of experiences. Plenty of stories.
Coooooool, huh?
Well there is a downside. Getting caught up in other peoples' emotional turmoil is a problem. Weeeell it is for me. See I'm not used to it. I have trouble dealing with other people's pain and suffering. And then, when I have to TALK about other people's GRIEF, DEVASTATION, etc., for the sake of a STORY it does something to me inside as I told you yesterday. It makes my.......
.......WORDS WOBBLE !
Hmmmmmm..............
Good for me............ I 'spose. I got a book out of it. And I have plenty of CONTENT for more books, BLOG thingies, poems, and probably documentaries and films. Not to mention the LYRICS for the songs. Hmmmm....... so plenty of material. Plenty of experiences. Plenty of stories.
Coooooool, huh?
Well there is a downside. Getting caught up in other peoples' emotional turmoil is a problem. Weeeell it is for me. See I'm not used to it. I have trouble dealing with other people's pain and suffering. And then, when I have to TALK about other people's GRIEF, DEVASTATION, etc., for the sake of a STORY it does something to me inside as I told you yesterday. It makes my.......
.......WORDS WOBBLE !
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